m_c_85's Journal

We need to talk.
Sep 16 2008 09:57

Dear Cigarettes,

We've been through a lot over the years, and I've grown accustomed to your smell, your taste, the way you feel when I hold you, and I cannot imagine my life without you. Unfortunately, I feel we've grown apart. When I wake up, I don't look forward to seeing you. When we hang out with my friends, I'm embarrassed that you're there. They don't like you, my family doesn't like you, and for many years I couldn't understand why. Now I know. Little by little, you're hurting me. My throat is sore, my teeth and fingernails are yellow, my clothes stink, and every ache and pain spells cancer. You terrify me. My addiction to you terrifies me.

The truth is, I'm just not that into you. In fact, I'm almost over you. I need you to stop calling me, because I'm only going to ignore you. Don't expect me to come crawling back this time, because we're through for good.

Your threats don't scare me either. Leaving you isn't going to make me fat, it isn't going to make me bitchy. I won't let you.

So I guess this is goodbye. No regrets. No tears. Just good memories of fun times.

Love,

MC